It felt so good. More than good- amazing.But never the same as on the previous evenings.He had broken the spell and no matter what he would do, it could never be fixed. I felt it with the pain of my soul stranded in a sea of doubt.
Trust no one.
Love no one!
Though that didn’t mean I had to deny myself of any mortal pleasure, trembling from the electric jolts of delight that were racing through my body each time his tongue circled the pure arousal of my nipple. He felt rougher tonight, maybe still angry or maybe just more heated up, but the truth was that I couldn’t complain. The hands clutched on my thighs and the murmur of his groans as he discovered each new inch of me were stirring waves of ardent passion in every cell of my body, turning me into a stormy ocean, eager to be somehow calmed by him.
After tugging my dress over my legs, he drove his mouth to join my needy flesh as one of his fingers made room within me. I tensed, even if the warmth of his lips was telling me not to do so. It was an instinctive reaction, mostly caused by the emotional stress that was still altering my senses. But the discomfort I was expecting to feel was missing completely. It was like my body was waiting for him to claim me. To own me. To make me entirely his- even if only for tonight.
With snakelike moves, another finger glided inside me, grinding with an infernal pathos that was sure to heave me into sweet ecstasy.
I understood from before that when it came to both spiritual and physical pleasure, Ferris knew exactly what needed to be done to send me into supreme bliss. And the combination between the gritting within me and the pierce on his tongue was rushing the outcome with lightning speed.
My toes kept curling with each swirl of his tongue, sliding that impossible metal over and over again, teasing every nerve of my skin until my moans could not be contained.
I noticed him looking up to watch me struggle with the rush he was provoking, as his satisfaction of extracting whine after whine from my lips was driving him on to demolish me completely.
And so he did, with delicious pathos until the undenying spasming of my body could no longer be avoided.
‘Ferris!’ I cried out to him, in desperate need of a time-out from his ravishing assault of my core as waves of ecstasy were overflowing my entire being.
With lazy moves, he seemed to answer my calling, trailing kisses upwards on my skin, to my navel, then higher and higher, between my two throbbing mounds and finally reaching my lips.
For a second, time stopped and so did his breath, as he glanced into my eyes, easing his hardness to meet me.
He felt ready. So large that I could barely struggle to fit him as my core was tightening all around that aroused part of his body.
The deceitful kisses were still burning on my skin with the motions of his groin subduing every thought of ever withstanding him. Thrust after thrust, he was building a throbbing so intense that I was beginning to ask myself how was I to ever part from him. With luscious moves his muscular arms made my back glide over the sheets, guiding me to join him into the perfect delirium that he had so easily built for me.
It wasn’t like last time. I wasn’t struggling to find the pleasure. It was more like I was struggling to try and avoid it, prolonging the moments for as long as I could.
But it was all too intense.
To perfect to be true.
And as life taught me, that was exactly the case.
His carved lips abandoned mine, only to glide along my jawline, stopping to capture my earlobe between his teeth. The sensation was devastatingly beautiful, enhancing the other crusade of his body, amplified by a hand that was now tightly wrapped around one of my breasts.
I was seconds away from falling into perfect rapture, breaking and building up beneath him as a question that shook me to the ground had whispered in my ear ‘Does he feel like I do?’
My world paused as all arousing sensations seemed to run, seeking for cover, draining through me and dissipating into the mattress.
It wasn’t just a question.
It was warning me of the upcoming danger.
The answer was that Brax feltdifferent. More desperate, more passionate, more cold, but never in control. And as funny as it may have sounded, Ferris did seem in control of everything, as I was realizing that he had followed a plan ever since I came into the room. Or maybe even before that.
‘Did you enjoy sleeping with Brax more?’ Another question that made his well-defined torso raise from above mine, breaking our union as the coldness of the night bathed in his reflection.
He was waiting for an answer.
Or maybe he wasn’t.
But hewaswaiting for my agony.
Ferris was almost maddened by jealousy, yet his jealousy was much more twisted than I ever thought it would be.
